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I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave
Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging
You to be my escape.
I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You
So were You
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
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My First Time.I have to confess, before today, I was a one-day-sale virgin. Yes, that's right. I have never ever ever queued up for hours and hacked my way through masses of bodies to take advantage of the one-day-only 30% discount off retail items.You see, I used to consider it highly unglam and a waste of time. Afterall, I used to think, 30% off is only a few dollars different. And I would happily pay that few extra bucks in exchange for short queues and efficient service.
But not anymore. Before chaos erupts, let me explain.
I have had my eyes on certain items in isetan for a really long time. A certain billabong polo tee, a topman tshirt and a springfield shirt. Normally, I would have not hesitated to blow my cash on these items since it was love at first sight (and we all know how rare that is), but my mummy, ever the smart one, wisely advised me to wait for a little while in anticipation of the isetan private sale. Now, for those of you who are ignorant of such an event, it is a members-only private sale that's held maybe, 4-5 times a year. Sure enough, the catologue for the event arrived in the mail a few days before christmas and I spent the first night after it arrived drooling over the it. The pretty pictures and the promise of discounts for almost every brand was too alluring for even me to resist.
And hence, I decided to take part in my first ever one-day-only sale. And while the phrase "members only" conjures up images of rich tai tais strolling in a departmental store with servants lugging the many shopping bags, reality was very different. The queue for entry into the shopping centre snaked a mile long and it appeared (at least to me) that at least half of singapore were members or were friends of members. Inside, chaos reign supreme. The thought of fantastic discounts spurred people to resort to near-violence as they pushed, shoved and elbowed their way into the best bargains. Queues for fitting rooms and queues for payments winded around and around and around, giving yours truly a huge headache as I attempted to make my way around with my huge bag and hockey stick. As unprone to violence as I am, I would have gladly punched out the lights of several rude assholes that were shovelling their way to the front of the above mentioned queues.
However.
Even though it was crowded and clastrophobic and utterly devoid of gracious homo sapains, I have to say that I'm very very very pleased with my purchases. So happy that I am starting to think that it MAY be worth all the headache. It was, despite everything, a pretty interesting event. And horror of all horrors, I may even consider going for the next isetan private sale. Armed with a baton, pepper spray and loads of money, of course. =)
Much thanks to laura who followed me around and bravely dived into the crowds to help me look for that ideal pair of jeans. (Not forgetting the pretty hat you got me!) Heh. Love!
